Superr Freakk
Nigga need him a super freak
Big dog, bitch it ain't new to him
Kick door, nigga been true to this
I told a hoe move around
Like I'm moving it
She can't even leave the spot
Thinking she moving in
I put these niggas on Gucci shit
Back in 08, like a truey fit, uh
44 my pocket a Buddha man
All of my day one
They know that I'm true to them
Leave yo ass missing, a truancy
She say she miss me
She only want dick
44 your block, nigga Jeeper creeping
He ain't from Atlanta
He from Mobile
Use to run down the plug
Down in mobile
This the way nigga rap
Nigga can't chill
Most of these niggas don't know
Where they hoe is
Don't you make me pop out
Let me go in
Aye these niggas my son
Call em Dylan
Grandma walked in
When she caught me dealing
Say young nigga
Clean up for your children
Aye believe when I say
That I'm popping it
Ain't no stopping em
Put me in the Vip
Baby ion want no bag
Bought my hoe some lips
(Baby whoa, Baby whoa)
This another crib
Nigga can't hear you from over there
Say me and mark
Use to ride Turner Field
Now we back in the brick
Can't come over here
We knowing one day
Gonna be outta here
For them riches
This a rich
Quarter millie
How I'm chilling
Motivator
4 the realist, but they sick of em
Gon and kill it
Play position
That's a fact
Not a diss
You want billies, yeah we can get em
For the 33, 44 I'm Pippen
44 diesel, 44 krillin, 22 easy
Baby complaining, a diva
A nigga went back to the spot
To them people
Shit done got serious
Big dog, bitch it ain't new to him
Kick door, nigga been true to this
I told a hoe move around
Like I'm moving it
She can't even leave the spot
Thinking she moving in
I put these niggas on Gucci shit
Back in 08, like a truey fit, uh
44 my pocket a Buddha man
All of my day one
They know that I'm true to them
Leave yo ass missing, a truancy
She say she miss me
She only want dick
44 your block, nigga Jeeper creeping
He ain't from Atlanta
He from Mobile
Use to run down the plug
Down in mobile
This the way nigga rap
Nigga can't chill
Most of these niggas don't know
Where they hoe is
Don't you make me pop out
Let me go in
Aye these niggas my son
Call em Dylan
Grandma walked in
When she caught me dealing
Say young nigga
Clean up for your children
Aye believe when I say
That I'm popping it
Ain't no stopping em
Put me in the Vip
Baby ion want no bag
Bought my hoe some lips
(Baby whoa, Baby whoa)
This another crib
Nigga can't hear you from over there
Say me and mark
Use to ride Turner Field
Now we back in the brick
Can't come over here
We knowing one day
Gonna be outta here
For them riches
This a rich
Quarter millie
How I'm chilling
Motivator
4 the realist, but they sick of em
Gon and kill it
Play position
That's a fact
Not a diss
You want billies, yeah we can get em
For the 33, 44 I'm Pippen
44 diesel, 44 krillin, 22 easy
Baby complaining, a diva
A nigga went back to the spot
To them people
Shit done got serious
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Writer(s): Nigel Mbongo
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